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A month had nearly passed and O-Ren Ishii was no closer to figuring out what had happened to her than when she had kissed Arya for the second time.
A year ago, she could have said with absolute certainty that she would never have these problems. The very idea of letting anyone touch her had filled her with a cold sickness-- and now she wanted it? It was spreading, too. Kissing Arya had been more than just a one-off. She regularly let her adoptive hut-family touch her arm or shoulder, or give her the rare hug.
I'm melting, she thought, out of nowhere, as she sat on a rock at the beach, staring out at the ocean. I let myself freeze, and now I'm melting. Even as the thought took shape in her head, she could feel that her spine was no longer as stiff as it had been.
She could be somewhat comforted by the way her head naturally snapped to the side as someone approached, though her thoughts kept her far away.
A year ago, she could have said with absolute certainty that she would never have these problems. The very idea of letting anyone touch her had filled her with a cold sickness-- and now she wanted it? It was spreading, too. Kissing Arya had been more than just a one-off. She regularly let her adoptive hut-family touch her arm or shoulder, or give her the rare hug.
I'm melting, she thought, out of nowhere, as she sat on a rock at the beach, staring out at the ocean. I let myself freeze, and now I'm melting. Even as the thought took shape in her head, she could feel that her spine was no longer as stiff as it had been.
She could be somewhat comforted by the way her head naturally snapped to the side as someone approached, though her thoughts kept her far away.